She walked into the restaurant, eyes searching the tables scanning faces to see if she could recognise the person she would be meeting for the first time. She was nervous and excited at the same time as she had been planning this for the last four weeks. She would finally meet the man who had captured her heart on the internet. The one who seemed to hold the key to dreams and fantasies that she hadn’t realised existed within her previously stifled imaginations. In this short time he had managed to awaken feelings and desires that had laid buried unknown for decades. He had opened her soul and made her reveal things she had not shared with even her husband. Yes, she was married; to a man whom she loved deeply and felt obligation to as he had rescued her from her first abusive marriage but had not paid her sexual attention for many months. She was a sexual woman with curves that knew how to attract the opposite sex. 38G breasts that, with the right support, was amazing to see, weighing 210lbs and at just 5’ 4” she was considered overweight she still attracted a variety of men, some of whom she had given the pleasure of her voluptuous curves and her always wet pussy. If only her husband had given her the same attention she wouldn’t have sought alternative solutions for her primal instinct needs. It was a chance conversation on the internet that brought her to this place on this day. She had chatted to a multitude of men on this particular website and selected just a small handful to give her msn to. This particular man had stood out; he seemed to see into her soul and a simple question of ‘What is your fantasy then?’ brought out a longstanding fantasy that had only been partly filled by a recent liaison with another man she had met but left her wanting more. The fantasy was that she wanted to be tied, blindfolded and to have her partner do as he wished using which orifice he desired to touch and play with, for different things to be used to tease and be inserted into her. Her imagination had thought of simple things like feathers, bananas and dildos, food stuffs and body parts. She knew that the right person would know just how to satisfy these needs. A man stood up at a table at the far end of the room and she looked over and knew that this was her man. She walked confidently, totally hiding the sheer panic now rising within her as she wondered if she was ready for this and doing the right thing. The chair was placed at the side of her soon to be lover and he held it for her as she sat down. ‘Did you do as I asked?’ he enquired. ‘Yes, Sir, I did exactly as you instructed; I wanted to please my Master.’ The instructions you ask, simple, to wear no panties and to ensure she wore stockings. To help emphasis her figure she picked a sensual black basque which she wore strapless so that it would be easier to remove. A wrap round skirt, while long and full would also be easy to remove in any situation. To complete the outfit, she wore a bright blue shirt with a studded belt to show off her waist as well as required stilettos. She knew she looked good. ‘I will order for you and you will not argue, you will eat everything that is put in front of you and drink what is offered. There is no negotiation; I am now in full control.’ His statement was matter of fact as if he was used to getting his own way. She knew he was aware of her allergies so would not order anything dangerous to her. However, she had not told him her dislike of fish or red wine. He ordered both. She knew that if her fantasies were to be fulfilled, she would do exactly as she was told. She wanted to sign the contract he had offered. The one that would give him total control over her body, mind and soul. The one that would allow this man to fulfil her wildest dreams, some of which she hadn’t even dreamt of yet. They chatted about nothing in particular and she ate and drank what was proffered. During this interaction, his fingers had worked their way up her thigh having quickly negotiated the split in the wrap of the skirt. By the time the dessert cart arrived her pussy was so wet from his fingering her slit that no cream would be required as she had it all. She stated that she needed the bathroom and he pointed her to where the ladies room was. After she had peed, she opened the stall door to find him standing in front of it. He pushed her back into the stall and kissed her roughly on the mouth while pushing his fingers into her eager cunt. ‘Fuck, you’re hotter than I thought you would be. I wanted to wait until we got to the room I booked but damn, you’re so fucking hot.’ She put her hand to the front of his jeans and sure enough he was hard as a rock. ‘Sir,’ she asked meekly ‘Can I help you with anything?’ ‘You can release my hard cock so I can fuck you with it.’ He groaned. She undid his zipper to discover that no underwear contained his hard member. At its release from his pants, he pushed her head towards the head of his cock. ’Suck me first.’ He ordered. ‘Yes, Sir’ and she obliged using all the tricks she had leant about how to give good head. Tickling the tip with her tongue, slowly licking it from base back to tip. Wrapping her lips around the engorged head and taking as much of his length as she could before hitting the back of her throat and the inevitable gag reflex. He pulled her up by her hair and turned her around to face the wall. Lifting her skirt up, he spread her legs and pushed his hard cock into her welcoming cunt. He thrust rapidly and came quickly. ‘That is what you get for being so hot. You will get your orgasm when I say. Now, clean me up with your tongue.’ She did as asked, slightly frustrated that she didn’t cum. He zipped up and left the stall. Knowing that if she had objected, she could have lost everything she wanted. She left the stall and after freshening her make-up, she returned to the table. ‘We are leaving now, follow me.’ Again, she did as bidded, eager to please. They went to his car and he drove them to a nearby hotel. He led her straight to his room and after locking the door he told her to stand in the middle of the room. ‘Do you want me to be your Master and all that entails?’ he asked as he looked directly in her eyes. ‘Yes.’ She replied. ‘Yes, what?’ ‘Yes, Master’ He held out the contract she coveted and they both signed it. Tears slipping down her face as she did, not with sadness but with joy. He blindfolded her and placed her on the bed where he lifted her skirt, and unfastened her shirt and pulled down the cups of her basque before he tied her hands above her and her feet wide apart so she revealed her sex to him in glistening glory. He removed various items from his bag and proceeded to fulfil her first of many fantasies. The feather traced a line past her erect nipples, down her belly to her wet cunt. He teased the feather along her slit. She tried to squirm out of the way even though it excited her and he immediately slapped her pussy with a cupping motion. ‘You do not move unless I give you permission, slut’ he growled at her. That shocked her and while the sensation was one of pain, she also felt a perverse sense of pleasure from it. ‘No, Sir, sorry Sir.’ She murmured. He continued then to tease her with the feather, tickling her slit until she nearly came from the soft sensation. He stopped just before her climax and pinched her nipples hard to further take her away from the ecstasy she sought. Another object stroked her asshole and she gasped as a slim cold item slipped into her bum, not a sensation she was used to. He started fingering her pussy, pushing 2 then 3 fingers up her cunt to obvious moans of delight. With the object still in her ass, he started to lick her cunt and the sweet juices flowing from it. He started moving the object with one hand while fingering her cunt in between licks and tongue thrusts. He let her cum this time and was rewarded with a wash of pussy juice. He climbed on top of her and fucked her again. To be continued...